After His Majesty was reborn, the poor little girl in his previous life was spoiled to death

This shout actually frightened Old Concubine Yang. She quickly grabbed Ning'er and said, "My little ancestor, please don't shout. Don't alarm others or they will think that I, an old woman, bullied you."

Her hands were delicate and soft, and they covered Ning'er's palms lightly and gently. If you didn't look at her face, they looked like a pair of delicate hands of a young lady.

She touched Ning'er's hair lovingly and said, "Don't say such things in front of others. If the old lady hears about it, she will inevitably be unhappy. Yao'er's mother can only be Old Lady Zhu. As his aunt, I will be satisfied as long as he lives a good life."

Ning Er took a deep breath and held Yang's hand with her backhand: "Auntie, the Second Master is not ashamed of you."

She whispered, "At that time, I thought the Second Master was the Marquis's brother, and the biological son of Old Madam Zhu. But the Second Master came to explain to me that he was not a legitimate son, but the Marquis's half-brother, and the son of Madam Zhu."

Yang felt bitter after hearing this: "In the final analysis, he is unlucky. If it weren't for me, his concubine, dragging him down, how could he have wasted his youth and wasted until he was in his thirties?"

Ning Er raised her face and said seriously, "Auntie, the Second Master is a late bloomer. I heard from the subordinates that he is very much loved by the emperor. He jumped many levels in one breath and was appointed a high official!"

She did not hide anything and said what she was thinking all at once: "As for wasting time, that is out of the question. I think the Second Master is a lazy person by nature, and he likes to admire the moon, chant the wind, and chase flowers and willows. He is not the type to work hard. If you hadn't given birth to him in a wealthy family like the Marquis' Mansion, he might have squandered his wife's dowry and set up a stall selling paintings on the streets of North City."

Yang couldn't help laughing after hearing these words, she covered her mouth and laughed out loud: "You kid!"

She was clever, she actually said in front of her mother that other people's sons were lazy and didn't care about causing displeasure;

She was not smart, but God had mercy on her. These sincere words really touched her heart. If he didn't really care about Chongyao, how could he care about her feelings?

Yang held her hand lovingly and said, "I really don't know which lady raised Ning'er to have such a good character."

Ning'er lowered her eyelashes. She was so excited just now because she was thinking of her mother. She said sadly, "I am an unlucky person. My mother passed away early."

Yang quickly stopped talking: "It's all my fault. I made the girl sad."

Ning Er shook her head gently. She looked at Aunt Yang and said sincerely, "If I could let my mother come back to me, I wouldn't care about being a rich lady or having luxurious clothes and delicious food. You don't know how much I envy the Second Master for still having my mother by his side. Time flies. You care about him so much, why waste the time that mother and son spend together?"

The two were silent for a moment. At the end of the corridor hung a large, bright lamp, illuminating the area within ten steps square.

As they were about to reach the dressing room, Ning Er bowed and said, "Auntie, please stay. Thank you for seeing me off."

Yang's gaze fell on Ning'er for a long time. She had not noticed it in the dim light before, but now under the light, she felt an indescribable familiarity from little Miss Ning's face.

But they didn't talk for long at this time. She gently held Ning'er's hand and said lovingly, "Good child, go quickly. Thank you for today."

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the banquet hall.

Ning'er's face suddenly lit up, and she asked happily, "Are you willing to come over?"

Old Aunt Yang turned around, smiled, and nodded at her.

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Because of this little incident, Ning Er kept a good mood until she came out of the dressing room. She and Shen Chongyao were already good friends, not to mention that the second master was Mr. Chu's man.

This added an invisible layer of closeness between the two of them.

When she returned to the banquet hall, Ning'er looked around carefully and saw the dignified figure of Aunt Yang sitting in an inconspicuous seat.

She returned to her seat somewhat proudly. As soon as she sat down, Shen Chengying, who was two seats away, suddenly looked at her and asked with a smile: "Sister Ning, you seem to be in a good mood. What good news has happened?"

Ning Er was just pouring a cup of flower dew for herself, and when she heard this question, she almost choked and started coughing: "Cough, cough, cough."

She replied, "Of course it's a good thing. The second master has been promoted, and Ning'er is honored too." She couldn't understand why Shen Chengying was always staring at her. Could it be that he had also noticed her plan?

Shen Chengying was not at all unhappy after receiving this perfunctory remark. He raised his glass to Ning'er from afar, then raised his head and drank the whole glass.

Putting down his robe sleeves, he smiled and said, "I frightened Sister Ning. Ying will drink a cup as punishment to apologize to you."

Ning'er then noticed that he had changed his name without her noticing.

Sister Ning... Ning'er was speechless. Did he mistake her for Shen Ruyao?

"Master Ying, don't worry about it." She tilted her head, looking a little playful: "Are you unhappy that the Second Master got promoted?"

Shen Chengying said hurriedly, "Sister Ning, you are joking. Uncle has been promoted and I am so happy that I can't contain myself."

Miss Ning smiled mischievously, stopped answering, and sat down obediently at the table.

Her eyes slipped to Shen Chongyao. She didn't know if it was because she had preconceived ideas, but she felt that the Second Master's face was a little more flushed, and his joy was much more real than before.

He stood up and greeted Madam Zhu and his father-in-law and mother-in-law, saying, "For many years, I have been careless and indulged in pleasure instead of doing my job, which has repeatedly caused my parents to worry. I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to my mother and my father-in-law and mother-in-law."

As he spoke, he ordered his maid to fill a large cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The whole hall was lit with candles, and under the bright lights, Ning'er could clearly see that the Second Master's eyes fell on Aunt Yang in the corner.

Shen Chongyao signaled to the wine-serving maid to fill his glass again, and his delicate eyes, which looked very similar to Yang's, blinked twice quickly.

His cheeks were flushed, and he seemed to be a little drunk. Under the influence of alcohol, his voice trembled slightly: "Yao is untalented and unfilial, and he doesn't know how to serve his parents. He has let many things down. Please don't blame your son for this cup of wine."

Ning'er keenly noticed that Old Aunt Yang pursed her lips tightly and there was a hint of tears in her eyes.

Shen Chongyao raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. Madam Zhu said angrily, "What is there to blame? You are so hardworking and have earned enough face for your father, your brother, and the Shen family."

She said with concern: "Drink slowly. You are over 30 years old, but you still drink like a young boy."

Ning'er thought that the old lady probably knew very well that the second master had said that to his aunt, but for the sake of face value in front of others, she treated it as if he was talking to herself.

This is the rule of the aristocratic families.

Any success of children born to concubines would be attributed to the wife. Correspondingly, if the children were unfilial, it would also be the wife's fault.

As for their biological mothers, apart from giving birth, they have little to do with their children according to etiquette and law. Therefore, they can only be called "aunt" instead of "mother".

Ning'er felt pity when she recalled a rumor from her childhood that her mother was a maid or concubine kicked out by a wealthy family.

If this is true, it might not be a bad thing. Ning Er thought, no matter how others do, if I were asked to disown my mother and call another lady from a rich family mother, I would never agree to that.